Chapter Twenty-Seven“The End!” Will typed the last words of his final year two essay with a mixture of relief and pride, “thank Christ for that.”
“Yay!” Hema massaged his knotted, tense shoulders, “another year over. Well done my love,” she bent to kiss him.
“This calls for a celebration,” Max looked up from his crossword puzzle, “we'll go for a meal, my treat. No expense spared, you can even have a pudding. Flora, where shall we go?”
“How about the pub that's just been refurbished? It's not too far,” Flora wiped the soap suds off a clean dish and placed it back in its rack.
“What do you think angel?” Will lifted Esme out of her playpen, she gurgled and kicked her legs with delight.
“I think that's a yes,” Hema said lightly, “I'll go change her.”
They found a perfect spot in the beer
